The name of the game: hermit crab racing. Seriously, this is where the action is in the Yasawas, Fiji, never mind the the gorgeous four-strar resort I stayed at on Waya Island after leaving Southsea. Or the reef I snorkelled from the beach.
Maybe it’s because my Dad took me to the race track when I was little, but animal racing — horses, rabbits, frogs, crabs or whatever — has massive appeal. Calculating odds, placing bets, the short-lived thrill of the win, and the energy of the crowd is intoxicating. (I don’t agree with animal cruelty, but this is an area where I get caught in an ethical tug-of-war. To my knowledge, no hermit crabs were harmed or mistreated during the races.)
It is serious business picking a winner. You can scope out talent all day, but my advice is to just go with your gut.
And as the sun set, it was time to turn my attention to serious matters — cocktails and registering hermit crabs for the races.
I’m pretty sure they host crab racing events to entertain kids, but I was placing bets at every opportunity while island hopping in the Yasawas ….
And this little fella won two sparkling cocktails for placing second in the races:
Thank you very much, Triple Chocolate Mousse-Cake!
*Images courtesy Anja Buccheim.